Like a prisoners of our own reason we’re desperately calling for freedom,

but we’ve locked our shackles by ourselves and threw away the keys.

Panopticon (Panoptikon)

(text: Kolona; rap: Kolona; beat: KFDH)

Panopticon – infinite eyes are hungry beholding what’s happening,

presumption of innocence is suddenly hitting the ground

just another precedent of crime without any sense

which is giving a thorn crown to the head of all of that.

To be or not to be seen – is the real point,

voice of sirens is changing your skin

and you are just turning into the living recorder

and your moves and habits into the fingerprints.

Panopticon – It’s a net of everything, where everybody get caught

you can flog as you want, every move will be medium of circulation.

Google/facebook is changing into the new page of bible

and your profile is one of the church – its grips is a pastor

new net of norms

your world made out by shits

Camera on your computer, at work, or in a park,

in the shop, bank or at your credit card,

all of your evidences are so easily available,

as you send out every crap into the air,

where everything ends in tightest vacuum

and you’re choking your own censorship by the collar,

just another meanless scream from the silence,

like a path to your presence of a wolf,

which already ate all of his sheeps

and sent out his loneliness at the moon,

where the central human brain is choking it

like another dogma, which you can’t stand.

Amber chamber (feat. 5000) (Jantarová komnata)

(text: Kolona, 5000; rap: Kolona, 5000; beat: KFDH)

(taught) respect for the tradition of affirmation of
dehiererchisation of humyns view of the world through lenses of
humyn expansion
gives real quality to every second lost among civilisation
foundations of compassion poured into a soil of open consciousness
on it erected a construction of empathy
armed with a deep conviction of
full dependancy on our mother
walls of this stronghold
inlayed with support for direct action
protect from the temptation to become the crown of creation
on top of it- philosophy of respect towards all life
which helps to climb still new peaks of selfrealisation
these peaks are burning
entering upon this path created within a richness like the one of
the amber chamber
a milion jewels and not one of them blemished
consciousness created along the lines of a fractal
endless copying of cherishing the same values again and again
gives development with an end in the infinity of
possibilities of touching the limitlessness
of ahimsa fueled by itself
a perpetuum mobile of activism
within me burns a fire which otherwise
wouldnt have an opportunity
to burn
obvious interconnections between anarchism, spirituality, veganism,
deep ecology
just like an insurrectonism of your inner self
everyday this flame explodes stronger than a bottle swining rapidly
through the night air
half a liter of liquid coal
but at the same time its also liquid diamond
im doing this not as a bodhisattwa but as a mere apprentice
still i trust that reward awaits in hardships
inshallah amen lets fire up the black flag

Black flag is burning as well as fire in the soul

but destiny of Phoenix is covering my eyes

and as a servant of fire I’m giving my freedom upon the die

and changing the grids into the amber chamber.

And the peaks are burning. And I’m scratching the matches down in the valley,

one by one and it’s quenched by wind.

Until I find the way into the amber chamber,

I must hew through rule of law,

because my acts are marked as a crimes

and my tale is ending in a dark corner of cold cell.

As an only person I’ve did things as hundred people can do,

it’s just about decisiveness and transforming thoughts into the acts,

my direct action was every new morning,

vegan food and avoiding to be drunk at night.

Until I realised, that it’s not enough

and that I have to improve my brain better.

Ash from the above is signing that the cards are not served,

strategy of silence is ruining it out.

Also scratched match can burn up again

and be the light which don’t let you get you down.

Human resources (Lidské zdroje)

(text: Kolona; rap: Kolona; beat: KFDH)

I hear your miscalls again, as the Chinese and Ukrainian people taking your work places

and these gypsies, which robbing your whole family, you are so suffering..

they raise your food, cigarettes and beer prices, where it’s all going?

You are searching every easy targets, while the state is sucking money from you.

You’ve got fooled by xenophobic policy, they’ve made an easy loot from you

they’re just cheating on you, the real problems were covered by populism

your whole hatred have no foundation, you’re just wasting your time

the one who is taking your stuff and havin’ a laugh on you

is the state, which divide and rule.

We’re just human resources for them, stupid mob which give whole life

for few cheap and wretched tricks how to shake a hand with a success

Eyes are shining when they are entering our brain and raging there

we’re so dumb, that we are okay with that.

TV news which feeds you is just bushel of misrepresented craps

as well as all of these portals and newspapers which are looking like serious

they’re full of xenophobia and racism, populistic babbles

Try to think about what they are spilling inside your head and don’t be like a sheep.